The children cried even harder, clinging to Jie Kong's neck and wailing.
Jie Kong thought he should be more annoyed, more irritable, but for some reason, holding these two sweet and soft little beings, all the anger in his belly just seemed to melt into a pile of cotton, rendering him unable to express it.
Mo Shu was very distressed and a bit angry, saying, "No one is asking you to do anything. I can take care of the children myself. If you don't want to, no one can force you!"
As she spoke, Mo Shu's eyes started to sting with tears.
Jie Kong looked too much like Yu Siqiao.
Even when angry, he was just like him.
Stepping forward, Mo Shu wanted to snatch the children back.
But Jie Kong pressed his lips together and took a step back with the children in his arms.
Mo Shu was taken aback and grew angrier, saying, "What do you want, give the children back to me!"
Jie Kong didn't know what he wanted, but it felt like his heart was being scorched by fire, both restless and hot!
